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The sky is gloomy and there is a sense of smog, which makes people feel bad.

The taxi stopped at the gate of an ancient courtyard with green walls and black tiles outside the village.

Above the gate of the courtyard hangs a log-colored plaque with the inscription "Yunshu Workshop". think.

There are also two wooden lions at the door, vivid and domineering.

A long music wafted from the door.

and cries.

Zhang Xian got out of the car, and when he heard the music and crying, his heart sank.

Seeing that the gate was open, many people came in and out, and there were no smiles on their faces. He was even more ominous.

At this time, a young man came over and greeted:

"Sir, who are you looking for?"

Looking at the young man's red eyes and sad expression, Zhang Xian couldn't help but become solemn: "I want to ask Mr. Yunshu to make a wood carving, and I hope to have an interview with him."

The young man's eye circles turned red again: "Master, he left last night."

—Last night?When the host died?Is it such a coincidence?

"Sorry." Zhang Xian was surprised, paused, and added, "Please forgive me."

The young man shook his head and said, "Yunshu Workshop is not accepting orders for the time being. If you have any needs, please come back in a month."

"Then, can I pay my respects to his body?" Zhang Xian said, "Although the business has not been negotiated this time, but the deceased is honored, at least let me burn a stick of incense and salute before leaving."

The young man grinned reluctantly: "Please follow me."

Zhang Xian followed the young man across the front yard.

On the corridors on both sides of the yard, there are many wooden sculptures, including figures, animals, landscapes and gods, all of which are covered in glass cabinets, obviously specially displayed for customers.

In the main hall, there are many exquisite wood carvings, not inferior to a small exhibition hall.

The owner of the exquisite woodcarving was lying in the side hall. The mourning hall was arranged hastily, not yet formed, and there was no public memorial ceremony. There were only a dozen men and women in mourning clothes.

Crying loudly.

Zhang Xian burned the incense, bowed three times to the corpse, and wrapped a white bag to present it.

He is very polite, the young people know that he has no business relationship with Yun Shu, they are like strangers, seeing that he is willing to be polite, the impression of him is much better.

It will be much easier for Zhang Xian to slowly inquire about the cause of Mr. Yunshu's death.

Mr. Yunshu's state yesterday was no different from usual. He ate at 06:30 in the evening and drank some wine, then watched TV for a while, made some design drawings, and went to bed at ten o'clock.

He is 68 years old this year.As we get older, early to bed and early to rise is the norm.

But in the morning he didn't get up at five as usual.

The apprentices and grandchildren saw that Yunshu didn't do morning exercises on time, and when they went to see him, they found that the old man was out of breath, his body was cold, but his expression was in pain.

They immediately called an ambulance and called the police.

The police arrived first, and the preliminary judgment was that the death was natural, and the time of death was about one or two o'clock in the morning.

Then the ambulance arrived, and the doctor judged that it was probably acute myocardial infarction. If you want to investigate in detail, you have to dissect it.

Overwork, emotional agitation, and overeating can all induce myocardial infarction. In addition, Mr. Yunshu has a history of high blood pressure, chest pain, and coronary artery stenosis, making him more likely to attack.

So it was just a helpless accident.

But Zhang Xian, who has experienced unscientific events, doesn't believe in accidents very much.

After all, Mr. Yunshu's death time was too close to the host's death time.

He glanced at the body just now, and Mr. Yunshu's eyes were not closed.

According to the older generation, this is called "death without peace".

Before being buried in the ground or cremated, the person who has the closest or best relationship with the deceased should cover the eyes of the deceased with his hands while saying something like "Let's go with peace of mind", and close them downwards to let the deceased Close your eyes and leave the world without regret.

Usually through "consolation", or "promise", or "blessing", when the hand is raised, the eyes of the deceased will be closed, expressing the rest of the soul.

However, after repeated reassurance, the deceased still does not close his eyes, and the people around him, relatives, friends, and descendants have to murmur, what is wrong with the deceased at home, and the deceased did not walk safely.

From a forensic point of view, the opening and closing of the eyes of the deceased is the result of muscle stiffness and relaxation after death, which is a normal physiological phenomenon.

Including some places that pay attention to "chanting scriptures and praying to the dead", which will soften the stiff corpse. This is the evidence that the sins of the deceased are forgiven and the soul is reborn.

But the fact is that within one to three hours after death, the muscles become stiff and the joints cannot move, which is called rigor rigor.

The rigor spread to the whole body in about half a day, and then naturally relieved after a day or two.

Different people have different physical qualities and different causes of death, so the time for rigor to occur and relieve is also different.

This is a natural phenomenon, and it has nothing to do with whether you read scriptures or perform rituals.

However, whether he was talking about metaphysics or science, Zhang Xian found that Mr. Yunshu's eyebrows were raised and the corners of his mouth were flattened. Such an expression was not so much enduring pain as fear and panic.

What is he afraid of?

Cthulhu?

Just as he was thinking, suddenly a white light flashed outside, followed by the sound of scolding and arguing.

Zhang Xian watched from the window. In the yard, several men were pushing and shoving a small man in a jacket.

Seeing this, the young man couldn't sit still, so Zhang Xian took the opportunity to leave.

When passing by the front yard, he distinguished words such as "reporter" and "sneak shot" from the cursing, and his thoughts flashed slightly.

There is no doubt that it is a quick-witted paparazzi reporter.

Everyone else was digging up the anchor's past, only he found another way to dig up the idol's past.

The bad thing is that it is too flexible and has no bottom line.

He followed the clues to find Yunshu Workshop, and found that Mr. Yunshu died of a sudden illness, and immediately felt that there was a lot to be done by making use of the problem.

Unexpectedly, the flashing lights revealed his identity, unlike Zhang Xian - Zhang Xian was wearing Tang Changyue's clothes, which were fashionable and expensive at first glance.

Zhang Xian's looks and temperament are also worthy of this suit, and his expression is calm enough to make people ignore his health care bag.

He didn't do anything to make the owner unhappy during the whole process, so the treatment certainly couldn't be compared with paparazzi.

And the paparazzi... It's okay if the sneak shot is not discovered, but if it is discovered, it will be annoying.

Public figures hate sneak shots the most, and paparazzi take sneak shots when they are doing funeral things.

The fact is the same. In the end, the little reporter was kicked out with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and the screen of his mobile phone was cracked.

"Fuck!" Zhao Ming left angrily.

"If you don't stay here, you have a place to stay here. See if you can do it!" He muttered, "Don't underestimate the reporter, I can dig out 1 revelations!"

As he said that, he got into his old broken car, opened his laptop, searched it with crackles, and then made a few calls. After about half an hour, he closed the computer cover, threw it on the passenger side, started the car, and turned on the navigation.

Not long after, a taxi caught up with him.

If you are in a busy city, it is difficult to distinguish from the car.

But in the wilderness, on the empty dirt road, the two cars one behind the other are too conspicuous.

"Following me, stealing my news?" Zhao Ming cursed. At a five-way intersection, he slammed on the brakes, rolled down the window, and waited to see the other party catch him blind.

But the car didn't slow down or stop, and drove straight forward.

"Fuck, is that kid fooled? Or, he also thinks the same as I think? No, we can't let this kid get ahead!"

Zhao Ming's car rushed out like an arrow.

At dusk, the two vehicles bumped to the Laoyashan lumber yard.

The forest coverage area of ​​Laoya Mountain was 50% 70.00 years ago, and 15% [-] years ago. In the last three to five years, some fast-growing trees have been grown. However, due to soil erosion and single tree species, the original ecological circle is Can't recover.

In short, it is such a place that used to be very lively, but is now very desolate.

The same is true of the Laoyashan lumber yard, just like the Jiangshan film and television prop base, which has been abandoned for many years.

The fence has collapsed and the grass is knee-deep.

Zhang Xian walked deep into the lumber yard, thinking that he should buy a car.

The taxi driver is only willing to drive to the gate of the timber yard.It's inconvenient without a car.

I don't know if people with disabilities can drive.

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhang Xian suddenly realized - this time he didn't think of "if his leg can heal" again!

Zhang Xian's footsteps stopped,

Recalling carefully, that idea seems to have never arisen after he destroyed the skeleton.

"Is it an additional effect of Gatling Bodhisattva?" he muttered.

"Haha?"

A small pale yellow head protruded from the breast pocket.

The duckling twisted its neck and made a quacking sound, as if it had a question.

Zhang Xian rubbed his little head with his fingertips: "Go to sleep, if you don't obey, I will serve you with crispy duck."

"Quack, quack."

The duck cub ignored him, chasing his mouth and pecking at his fingers.

"Hungry? Or...?"

Zhang Xian touched the duck cub's neck and chest, it was a little deflated.

He grabbed the duckling again, and looked in the corner of his pocket, there was a wrinkled tissue, damp and emitting a faint smell.

Take it out and have a look, happy:

"Pretty smart."

After the duck cub defecated, he even wrapped the dirty things in paper towels.

"Quack, quack."

The duck cub said that it was not a crispy duck.It just doesn't want the smell to contaminate its sense of smell.

"This is in the wilderness, where can I get it for you... Yes, in the wilderness."

Zhang Xian was even happier.

Don’t use human food to measure the taste of ducks. Ducks, small fish, small shrimps, small bugs, grass seeds, sprouts, and berries, is there anything they can’t eat?

So he stopped to find food for the ducklings.

And not long after success, two lights came - Zhao Ming and the old broken car.

If it wasn't for repairing the car halfway, Zhao Ming wouldn't be so busy at night.

He was in a hurry, afraid that the other party would steal his news, but when he entered the lumber yard, he saw someone waiting for him.

Could it be that when he was repairing the car, the other party had already obtained first-hand information?

Zhao Ming couldn't help but get full of anger:

"I don't believe your manuscript is better than mine! Let me check it for you!"

But there is no way. News reports are the most time-sensitive, late is late, even if you can dig deeper, it is better for others to publish the superficial information as soon as possible.

When he drove past the other party, he lowered the window and prepared to give the middle finger.

Unexpectedly, when the car window was lowered, before he stretched out his hand, he saw a kind smile: "My friend, I am lucky to have met you. That's great, you are really my savior."

Zhao Ming: "???"

What?

What does he mean?

How can I not understand?

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